My hands are shaking.
My palms are sweaty.
My heart is racing.
I am deluged by thoughts that my perplex brain has released at sudden
I don't know what I feel anymore.
Rather, I don't know how to.
As a child my fears were modest
Spiders and monsters haunted me
I sought safety in growing up
But instead of escaping my delusions
I grew up to be bordered
By the fears of unexpected conversations
Of the voices in my head
Of whispers behind my back
How did my greatest fear become my own mind?
-AG
